When Sabrina Braxton agrees to trade places with her twin sister, Celine, to give her sister a break from her strained marriage...Sabrina has no idea what she's getting herself into. Suddenly faced with Celine's sexually deprived husband and a forceful ranch hand, Sabrina realizes her sister has failed to fill her in on some extremely necessary details of her life.
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NOTE: Fair warning - this is a "quickie" chapter. Just
consider it a part of the last chapter, probably should have been
:)

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"Who are you?" Owen held Sabrina's head close to his chest. She
still wasn't conscious and that scared the hell out of him. He
looked hard at the black haired man who had pulled the gun on
him. "Why are you here?"

"I'm Tony." He said then motioned towards the younger, muscular
man with him. "That's Sammy. Your..." He faltered then began
again. "Sabrina came to my pub to speak to me about
her...situation."

Owen frowned. "How did she know to go to you?"

"I've done business with her husband."

Owen wondered if that in itself should tell him all he needed to
know about this man, but his gut was telling him to trust the
guy.

Tony smiled and nodded when Owen just stared at him. "Sometimes
business is just business. You don't always like who you're doing
business with, but that's just how the game is played."

"What business, exactly, did she discuss with you?" Owen asked
slowly, putting the pieces together in his mind but finding it
hard to believe the picture he was coming up with.

"She wanted to hire me to kill Jackson." He stated bluntly. "And
her husband and sister."

Owen's eyes widened. He couldn't be serious? Sabrina? "And that's
why you're here? Because she paid you to knock off Jackson?"

Tony smiled and shrugged. "She didn't pay me. I offered to do it
pro bono." He sighed and leaned against the wall. "She backed
out. She called me and said she couldn't go through with it. I
knew she would call. She may have every right to want the job
done, but she's too decent to be able to live with such a
decision. That's why I didn't act on her request immediately. I
knew she would back out."

"So what are you doing here?"

Tony shook his head slowly. "Just because she couldn't go through
with it, didn't mean the job wasn't necessary. I know men like
this fucker right here. And they don't stop. Not until someone
stops them. I planned on getting to him before it went this far,
but unfortunately he was a step ahead of me."

Owen tightened his arms around Sabrina. "Why did you stop me?" He
whispered thickly. "Why didn't you just let me kill him?"

Tony nodded towards Sabrina. "Because of that woman there in your
arms." He said. "She's strong, I'll give her that...but I don't
think she'd hold up so well if she lost you too." Tony pushed
away from the wall. "You did your part. You saved her before it
was too late. Now it's up to you to make her life good, to make
her happy. The rest of this mess..." Tony swung his arm around,
indicating Jackson's bloody, motionless form. "That's for me and
Sammy to take care of. Our hands have a lifetime of blood on
them, but up to this point - your hands are clean." He glances at
Owen's bloody hands and smiled. "Metaphorically speaking. And
they need to stay that way if you're gonna be any good to that
woman right there."

Owen kissed the top of Sabrina's head and asked sincerely, "Why
do you care what happens to us? You don't strike me as the kind
of man who..."

"Has a soul?" Tony grinned. "It's there. But it takes a special
kind of folk to help it show through. That woman there...I knew
she was special the moment I met her. I knew she deserved much
better than that piece of shit husband she had, too."

Raising his eyes, Owen looked at Tony. "And what about him? And
my wife? Are their fates in your hands as well?"

"What are you gonna do with Jackson?" Owen asked as Tony nodded
towards Sammy and the younger man grabbed Jackson under the
armpits and started dragging him towards the door.

"The less you know the better." Tony told him as he followed
Sammy and his unconscious cargo. Tony paused at the door and
looked at Owen. "But rest assured...he will wish he was dead long
before that wish comes true."

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Sammy shoved Jackson's body into the trunk of the Sedan and
slammed the lid. It was still raining hard, but the force behind
the storm had backed off. Once behind the wheel, he looked at
Tony and raised one eyebrow. "Karma? Really?"

Tony chuckled as Sammy started the car. "Karma's a mean son of a
bitch, Sammy."

The Sedan idled as the rain pelted the windshield. Sammy stared
across the dark interior of the car at Tony. The older man raised
an eyebrow. A slow grin stretched Sammy's lips as Tony's meaning
dawned on him. "That's fuckin' rich."

He pulled the Sedan away from the ranch house and steered it back
down the long gravel drive.

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The gun hung loosely in his hand. Charles stared at it, waiting
to feel a sense of guilt or revulsion for what he'd done. But
those emotions failed to surface. He sat naked on the end of the
bed and handled the weapon lightly, studying it. He'd never taken
a life before, not by his own hand anyway. He wasn't sure what he
expected to feel, but he was shocked to find his dick instantly
hardened by the rush of his actions.

He closed his eyes and replayed that final moment in his mind
once more. His swollen cock buried to the hilt in her tight,
flexing pussy, fucking her wildly and blasting inside her as he
blasted her brains all over the pillows.

He opened his eyes. His balls ached. He looked down. His dick was
throbbing and leaking, swollen to the max. It wasn't until this
moment that he truly realized what a sick, twisted son of a bitch
he really was. He turned and looked at Celine's lifeless, naked
body laying still on the bed. Her legs were bent and he could see
his cum oozing from her pussy. For a split second he actually
considered crawling up there and relieving himself again. Her
body was surely still warm.

Charles turned away and chuckled. He was sick, but not quite
that sick. Fucking her while he felt the life leaving
her body was one thing, but fucking her after her life
was gone? That was going a bit too far. Even he might have
nightmares following such a perverted act.

But the fact still remained - the whole scenario had turned his
cock to steel again. He wrapped his hand around his thick dick
and began to stroke. He closed his eyes and leaned back on his
free arm, thrusting his dick through his tight fist as he again
replayed his last fuck with Celine Briggs.

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"What exactly are we going to do with him?" Sammy asked without
taking his eyes off the road. The rain beat at the windshield.
Not as fiercely as before, but still enough to distort the two
lane highway in the headlights.

Tony watched the road as well. "I think he deserves special
treatment." Tony looked at Sammy. "I was thinking...Jericho."

Sammy's foot eased off the gas on reflex and he glanced quickly
at Tony. "Jericho?"

"Too harsh for our passenger back there?"

Swallowing tightly, Sammy's foot pressed down against the gas
pedal again. He shook his head but there was a glint of unease in
his eyes. "No." He said thickly. "It's exactly what he deserves."